Ode to Nainital

A crescent shaped jewel, precious!

with a jealous guard -seven strong 

Envious as smooth caresses , little boats

sail on thy mirrored form

Graceful , lead by thee in this serenity

Wearing caps of snow or bare heads glistening

I hand nature a new identity, of magic

unspoken; the allure of thy ring

Glitter as diamonds on a lady,beautiful

A calmness spreads to hold me still

All actions cease, I enter a world;

A life, I live divine, in these seven hills